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Digging up the bonesC of the failuresEm7 I've buried
I'm pulling out my whitFe flags in Gvarious stages
The sun bleached Dmin gray
Gonna sew them allAm together
Gonna fashion theBbir bones into a frFame
Tie the flags oGn a string
Stretched across until theyF're wings
I'm no Fmcloser to heaven
(Listen to the song for timing but this part is C Em7 F C G/B Am G )
I clippedC a bird with myEm7 car on the freeway
He won't seeF a burial
And all weekG long I kept Dmthinking of death
How me and Hemingway sharBbe forehead scars
I won't meet tFhe same fatGe that he did
In a world that I caFn't fix
With a hammer in mFmy grip
I'm no closer to heaven
It feels like tAmhe day before soDmmething important
It feels like thGe first Csnow G/Dof the season that sticks
It's how I'lAml always Dmfeel like a failure
In the back ofG my head
F* (Hold this note)
No matter where I've been
The future feels bFmright
CThe Em7glow of the city
Out across the greaFt plains
With the closeGr I get
The further I feDmel away
I can stay here in tAmhe darkness
Feels like IBb'm wandering inF circles for days
We never reach Gthe gates
I'll keep walkiFng anyway
I'm noFm closer to heaven
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